The Mrs. P-designed Moleskine case to which I eluded earlier is finished. Thanks to the two blizzards this week, UPS was behind with deliveries, and then couldn’t get to our building (though of course USPS did). As such, our small Valentine’s Day gifts never came. A set of giraffe hair clips I bought on Etsy did come. So my sweet little wife set about knitting me a case to hold my pocket Moleskine and planner, with a pen to boot.
It’s a perfect fit. Nice and snug, without having to bear-grease the two books get ‘em in there. Holds a pen, probably a few to boot. The opening is slightly tapered in, to keep it all in and together. Wonderful! The wool she made it of is very nice and feels durable. I almost can’t wait to go back to work this week, to get to carry them around. Almost
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I had a coffee meeting this morning with a gentleman who is extremely pleasant, who likes coffee as much as I do and with whom I joked about a shared stationery fetish when we both pulled out fancy notebooks. My, oh, my, even with more caffeine later, working alone in your office when it’s beautiful outside, especially after a very pleasant meeting first thing, is difficult and….unpleasant.
On the up-side, I spent lunch-time today reworking some dissertation stuff, so that I am doing my part to get that sumbitch defended before Baby comes. Still, I am increasingling tired of looking at and thinking about this thing. Changing language around, etc. I was talking with someone today about publication. Well, he was talking about me doing some publishing. And I had to say, “Hell no.” I don’t want to look at that thing for some time after I defend it.
On another up-side, when work and other people get to me, I think that, in one year, I’ll have a beautiful Baby and my PhD. The stress to get there becomes obviously worth it, from that start — not just in hindsight. I remember what Nietzsche said: “He who has a why to live can bear almost any how.”
I think I forgot to mention that the second ultrasound was Okay and normal and good. There are a few small issues with Mama for which there have been some prescriptions (and prescriptions for the problems that prescriptions caused). But, so far as we can tell, things are going well. Morning sickness is over, and Mama has her energy back. Coming up: 20-week blood tests and the Big Ultrasound wherein we can (hopefully) learn the gender!
I have always kept an address book, since I was old enough to know people to write to. Before that, I always used the address section at the end of dayplanners starting in high school. My wife has a fancy Longaberger dealy that holds address cards. It’s very bulky. I have a small red silk Moleskine address book that I scored for a buck-ninety-nine last year. There’s postal paper lining the inside cover, stamps in the pocket and addresses of people I know written in black ballpoint pen ink.
I think of that scene in the beginning of Amelie when the older gent erases his best friend from his address book when he gets home from his funeral and sighs heavily. I imagine keeping an address book for a long time, like that. That’s kind of morbid, probably. But when I consulted my address book a few weeks ago, I noticed at least two entries of folks who aren’t around anymore: my grandfather and my great-uncle and his nice wife. All three folks passed away in the last year. I didn’t cross them out, though. I won’t.
Anecdote about address books: My very good buddy and his lady are expecting a baby very soon. For her baby shower, he called me on the phone to get my mailing address for what he claimed was the millionth time (it was only like twice). So, amidst the clothes and baby gear, there was a medium-sized navy blue address book for him, with my mailing address in it. The weird thing is that I had a hard time finding it. Other than Moleskines, I didn’t find a lot of address books at all. And I checked a few stores with a lot of stationery.
Am I so old-fashioned that I went looking for an object that fewer and fewer people are using? I’m not that old school. I’m certainly a bit of a techno-junkie. I’ve been blogging for five years and spend entirely too much time on Flickr and reading other people’s blogs. I embrace technology more often than I really am comfortable with. It’s also a little disturbing that my buddy didn’t already have one, since he’s more old-school than I am sometimes. And I mean that in a good way.
Are address books going to disappear in favor of information stored in cell phones and computers? Admittedly, phone numbers are more convenient when they are stored in the device you’re going to use to dial them (your phone), and the same is true of email. I store phone numbers and email addresses that way. But I never put anything else in my computer or cell phone address books on principle. No phone numbers in the email client, etc.
This could be a result of the fact that I stubbornly use the postal service whenever I can. A friend of mine in Oregon and I keep in touch via letters and mail. I send postcards when I travel and beg others to do the same (and my brother always does). Are address books going bye-bye with letters? They have other uses, though. Holiday cards. Birthday cards. Thank-you cards. Or are less people sending them? I get less every year, but I thought I might just be annoying people.
Geez. I feel like I should buy all the address books I can get my hands on and hoard them for when people come to their senses and want them again one day. I could give them out with the only form of payment requested being a letter once a year sent to me. I’d give them out with my address filled in. I always return letters and often include goodies like stickers and obscene ad-lib-ed pictures from junk mail, etc.
I’m so melodramatic.
Anyone else treasure their address books?
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